Well it says minus 4 on the thermometer, so cold enough this campervan morning. Cold enough to be sitting in looking out, oh for the joys of heating in a van. Tough hard frost underfoot the first real one this year, a solid hard crunch underfoot and that’s as far as the exploration goes for now this morning . A clear dawn sky, not a sign of a cloud, varying shades of blue and darkness being chased away by a morning orange glow on the horizon. A few blackbirds dot around and the sound of geese in the distance. Parked up quite close to a main drag so the sound of commuter traffic is to be negotiated. Short days and lots of darkness, though last nights sunset was an utter joy to watch Anne Worsley writes of winter that “ Quickly, days shorten; somehow we all adjust and welcome the dark, for it neither threatening nor smothering. Darkness becomes a thing of joy and vivid beauty in its own right “
This mornings sugar icing frost creates a stunning landscape to see, so now on the journey to adjusting to cold mornings. A few days of culture and a visit to the RSC to see ‘A Christmas Carol’. A yearly tradition, as well as reading it. Lovely days people.
“The white face of the winter day came sluggishly on, veiled in a frosty mist; and the shadowy ships in the river slowly changed to black substances; and the sun, blood-red on the eastern marshes behind dark masts and yards, seemed filled with the ruins of a forest it had set on fire.”
Charles Dickens.
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